[ The moan, the whisper of her name, the twitch of Ren's thighs, it all serves to make Dan Heng bite her lower lip, whispers of pleasure running down her spine. It's clear too that the other woman wants to enhance that pleasure, wants to give her more, but she can't allow that right now—she needs to focus, needs to be able to pay attention to what she's doing, and she knows that if Ren touches her again, she'll struggle to do that.
and so her free hand lifts, catching one of Ren's wrists as she shakes her head. ]
Wait—please. Just... let me.
[ And with that said, she continues to rub against her, creating a rhythm that she changes up a little too often, pleasuring but also teasing, drawing Ren deeper and deeper into her pleasure. ]
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and so her free hand lifts, catching one of Ren's wrists as she shakes her head. ]
Wait—please. Just... let me.
[ And with that said, she continues to rub against her, creating a rhythm that she changes up a little too often, pleasuring but also teasing, drawing Ren deeper and deeper into her pleasure. ]